working my way back
past the last yellowed pages
of this here story
skipping the punctuation
no need to catch my breath anymore
it's the last page you see
not all stories ends with
and they lived happily ever after
"Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea;
Watching the white surf carry them on back to me,
But now it's all over, I've grown up, it don't seem the same.
The things in my childhood I know were all just a game."
losing the point of the battle
is more than a full stop not there
it is a penny drop realization
all the chapters are gone
the story woven
page by page
line by line
started at chapter one
"Wouldn't it be nice if clocks could be turned back in years
Just to relive the good times and all the good tears?"
*".."from the song picking up pebbles